I want to see a video of a cat playing with a dolphin. But it only looks like playing to us. Really they're battling for dominance.

I should get back to the con call. I'm taking notes.

Waistline stuff is a real issue for me. And I do the classic mistake that those shows always correct people about -- I try to hide my waistline rather than define it. It's part of what contributes to my androgyny issues, I think.

But seriously, the waistlines that girls clothing has now is, like, at my groin. It's ridic.

Took Seabiscuit in to the vet today for some pretty bad swelling. Doc says it's an allergen reaction, gave him steroids and antibiotics. Poor pup. He needs to go home to Arizona, where there aren't all these nasty allergens. Took a pet taxi to do it. I didn't know there was such a thing, but it was very handy!

Aw, poor doggie. I never consider them getting allergies.

We just got office IM capabilities back. Only part of IT is allowed to have it, because we're strictly regulated. No one outside of IT gets it without special dispensation. You have to attend an hour session before they'll even install it on your machine, and you have to sign your life away.

You're not allowed to swear (even in abbreviations), type in foreign languages, or really use it for personal communications. So why is 1/3 of my use since I gotten it "The smell of this mango is driving me insane."? IMs are sampled at random by the CIO for review. I don't want her to read that.

the waistlines that girls clothing has now is, like, at my groin.

Is that the same on dresses?

Timelies all!

I really wish that the recurring problem at work with accessing shared drives(which is where all my work is stored) would stop recurring.

I want an ankle length wrap denim skirt. And a dashiki. Not to wear together. But I want them.

I really wish that the recurring problem at work with accessing shared drives(which is where all my work is stored) would stop recurring.

I really wish that more than 2 of my coworkers would actually use the shared drives.

I'm putting off sending an email to My Nemesis, repeating a request I sent two weeks ago, for status on thirteen projects she's supposed to be doing. I think I will send the email at 4:29, and then leave. So I won't even have to think about her until Monday morning.

At some point the new boss is going to notice what's going on, right? Right?

Rumor has it we have internet back at work. I am not there at the moment, however.

Also, hallelujah, the tile guys have left my house. Except for the part where they have to come back tomorrow. But the shower is done. Of course, they sealed part of the tile that they weren't supposed to, which changes the appearance, but we're letting it go, because there's nothing we can do about it.

Ooh, one would hope a new boss would notice--will he have any power over her, Suela?

m putting off sending an email to My Nemesis, repeating a request I sent two weeks ago

One of the things I have to do for my trips is put the visits in a database, saying first they're planned, and then when they're done. I only have access to certain projects, and was helping out this other group on a project, and didn't have access. But it has to be done, and it's part of my performance review (the number of trips) and reviewed every month. So before the trip,I ask the guy in charge to put it in. Then after the trip. Then again, when my boss says "it's the end of the month, why aren't these in". Then again, when she asks again. FOUR TIMES I've asked him, and FOUR TIMES he said he'd do that. And today my boss again was like "This isn't in here and it has to be by COB or it won't go on the record" and I wanted to make him and Suela's Work Nemesis cage fight. GRRRRR.

The problem we've been having with our shared drive is that people keep moving or deleting files without checking. So when we need something - quickly - it involves doing a search of the entire drive. Which may or may not turn up the files and always takes a looooong time to process.

Hello. My name is Suzi, and I am a drug seeking fool. Last Friday my doc prescribed diazapam and said to call if that didn't cut the pain. Saturday, I called cause I was still in pain and got a prescription for Tramadal. Ran out of the diazapam on Monday. When I saw my PT for the first time and went through this with her, she asked why I wasn't on Percoset since the other drugs weren't cutting the pain. So, I call the doc again on Tuesday to ask for a refill of the diazapam and for Percoset. Since Percoset is a controlled substance, I had to pick up the written prescription to take to the pharmacy. Ok, fine. I get to the pharmacy, get my Percoset, but they had nothing on the diazapam. Grrr. Now we are on Wednesday, I call my doctor's office again and am assured they will take care of it. I'm so drugged out on the other stuff K-Bug went to the pharmacy Wed evening to pick it up. No luck - they needed to confirm something with my doctor's office so it wouldn't be ready until today. So, of course it is ready today, right? Of course not. And the pharmacy doesn't inform me until my doctor's office is closed. RAGE!!!!!